Here’s a pitch-perfect summer poem that I found this week on A First Sip.

I hope you are savoring summer where ever you may be.

"Cherry Tomatoes" ~Anne Higgins

Suddenly it is August again, so hot,breathless heat.I sit on the groundin the garden of Carmel,picking ripe cherry tomatoesand eating them.They are so ripe that the skin is split,so warm and sweetfrom the attentions of the sun,the juice bursts in my mouth,an ecstatic taste,and I feel that I am in the mouth of summer,sloshing in the saliva of August.Hummingbirds halo me there,in the great green silence,and my own bursting heartsplits me with life.